Listen

When I sit alone, it's like no one is listening. But in reality, everybody is listening. There are no ears right beside me to listen, but in my heart I know people are listening. I know that sometimes when I am alone, everyone is listening to my broken heart that hasn't been cleared. They are listening to a girl who has a lot of dreams, but has no idea how to make them happen. They are listening to the silence that I fear because not only do I fear silence, but I fear being a lone. Two things that never go together are silence and being alone, because if you fear both then why are you trying to listen to me? Why am I trying to listen to myself break free of the mirror that broke and try fixing it? Why is there thousands of pieces thrown on the floor, but no one knows that I break myself every night with glass because I show this confident, strong and happy girl? No one knows how to fix something that they didn't know was broken. So instead of listening to the silence, they listen to what I say. When in honest, they only need to be listening to the silence, because the glass is breaking still. There's still a thousand more pieces that have to break for me to feel like I can finally be free, and let go of the mirror that is holding me back from being what I truly want to be, and finally happy.